On Thin Ice

Chapter 24- watch me grow

(Y/N) POV:

"Oh look~ my very own saesang." Jin's voice trills, a wide grin on his face as he walks over to the courtside, catching the bottle to his chest, not quite so catching the towel to his face, spluttering as he drags it down sweaty, flushed skin.

"That's not very adoring fan of you."

"I thought saesangs were obsessive fans."

"Ah~ so you know you're obsessed." he teases, dabbing up his face and neck, flushed despite the chill. Pink cheeks and beading sweat despite the cold, cold wintery air.

"Dream on Jin."

"If you weren'twould you be freezing that cute ass off watching me train outside?"

"You asked me-you told me I had to come!"

"I am bossy like that. Demanding... never had complaints." a teasing quirk to his mouth, eyes flashing as his grin deepens.

"Oh fuck off." I laugh.

"I don't think I will. And disappoint my fan? When she's so right to be obsessed with me?"

"Talk about being big-headed."

"Talk about being big? (Y/N)! There's a time and place for that kind of conversation."

"You're insufferable." rolling my eyes at him, watching the amusement in his face morph into a smug, preening expression, lashes fluttering as he places a hand to his chest, lips jutting out. Pouty soft.

"You love me."

"I tolerate you."

"You love me."

"Oh my god is that what it feels like to be Jungkook?"

"I don't know whether to feel offended or pleased."

"Take it as a compliment-kindred spirits you and I Jin."

"Cos, we live to mess with each other?"

"Bingo. You're good with the racquet."

"I've been told I'm good with my hands."

"You're fast too."

"Is that your indirect way of commenting on my stamina too?

"Can you shut up for one second and let me say you're a good tennis player?" I sigh, exasperated, already knowing that the stretching grin and preening, satisfied look on his face is all too familiar.

But usually, it's on my face and Koo's doing the sighing.

Oh, how the tables turn.

"Sorry, sorry my bad... go on... tell me how great I am." nudging me along with his racquet to flop down beside me, sprawling across the bench. The lines and angles of his body sprawled wide, eyes tracing the line of sweat trickling down from his temple, down his jaw and trailing down the line of his throat.

I blink.

Stupid. Stupidly attractive.

"You're alright at playing tennis I guess."

"Just alright?" Incredulous.

"I'll have you know I'm more than alright... you'll be seeing me at the Olympics." he puffs with a righteous air.

"Winter Olympics for me and Summer Olympics for you? Sounds like a plan to conquer the year." I grin, the thought sparking a fizzing giddy exhilaration.

"Damn right. So, my playing is more than alright." he sniffs pointedly.

"Sure ... I could do without the moaning and grunting though."